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The unique thing
about regret
is that the less you experience
the more you get – G.G.

Limitation

I’m taking a bit of a risk,but what if I didn’t…

I’d rather live in the moment than live with regretTake a chance on what I wantand grab all I can get No stop signs No hesitation No blurred lines No limitationI intend to make the mostof this one-time lifeBring the best of it allinto plain sightExhausting each day Exhausted each night

My motivation can be seenin unique placesIn hopeful eyesOn mourning facesTimes of celebrationTimes of dreadTimes to rememberTime, to look ahead

I’d rather look to the future than look back with regretEmbrace all of those who inspire
and give back as I getNo retreat
No reservationNo boundariesNo limitation
I intend to stretch my mindto greater lengthsFlights of fancyand fanciful flightsLifting the best of meto loftier heights

My motivation can be foundin unique placesIn beautiful smilesOn candle lit facesPeople we meetPeople we admirePeople we lovePeople who inspire

I’d rather embrace the possibilitiesthan accept the regretPut myself completely out thereGive more than I getNo misunderstandingNo misinterpretationNo incompletesNo limitationI intend to hold nothing back
in my quest to growExpress my selfto all who should knowTake the best of me alongto wherever I go

Live this life for every momentExperience more, every chance I getTaking risks, and taking stridesStaying ahead of my regret

ImplicitI sense it in your demeanor I hear it in your voiceYou’d appreciate my input to steer you to your choice You are hesitant. I understand. The long-term is your concernYou digest the output from my live and learn

The strength of our friendship is our mutual respect My honest thoughts are all you can expect Frank and forward, telling it like it is My honest observations go something like this

Age is just a number, as the saying goes It’s really just a matter of who knows Fifty-three, the new forty-three Forty-two, so thirty-two?All that matters, really,is her, plus you

Perspective is everything,
when it comes to the heart
You are far better together
than when you’re apart
Fulfillment is truly reciprocal
It’s all about how you feel
If it feels best together,
what you have is real

So much common outlook,
that it’s effortless to share
Life is far more full
when you’re both there
The physical, the cerebral
The intimacy, the fun
Life seems more complete
when any two are one

We are in absolute agreement,
that the enemy is regret
It becomes more assured and clear
with the further we get
My words are implicit, coming from the right placeAs honest, and reassuring,asthe smile on your face

I sensed it in your ease I can hear it in your voiceBoth relaxed, and relievedwith your obvious choice You are happy. Bottom line. Nothing selfish in that smile You’ve known what you want for quite a while

“So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light…Just promise me we’ll be alrightBut the ghosts that we knew made us black and all blueBut we’ll live a long lifeAnd the ghosts that we knew will flicker from viewAnd we’ll live a long life”‘Ghosts That We Knew’– Mumford & Sons

PastI took a chanceand let you into my heart. I let all of my feelings show. Uprooted my life, for me and you, but little did I know.

I discovered your wounds, written in your own words, there, for anyone to see. Cuts and bruises, vital accumulation, scars, that you never showed me.

The breadth of your struggles, so much I didn’t know, spread across my screen. Instead of in my mind. Instead of in my heart, where they should have been.

I took your determination, for never again, as a personal affront. Your learned defensive posture as harsh belligerence, you just being you, being blunt.

I would have tried harder to let you speak to me, to let your words get through. I could have helped you confront your demons, instead of confronting you.

It became impossible to live with you when you wouldn’t let me in. Hard for us to start over, with nowhere to begin.

Had I only known the slippery slope of dealing with your past.
Known that I would struggle
to wade through the depths
and dangers of your doubt. I still would have wanted you. I still could have loved you. I would have understood. I could have pulled you out.

I chose the challenge, and gave you my heart.Let all of my feelings show. Uprooted my life, to be with you, but little did I know.

If only I had known,
I could have earned your trust.
I would have opened up my mind.
Instead, I read of our demise, determined before we met, by those you left behind.Takers, martyrs, bullies, sad and hurtful people, there on my screen. Instead of in our talks. Instead of in my thoughts, where they should have been.

Until I read it,
I never once heard you
refer to your mother as Mom. In fact, I barely knew where all of the hurt
and resentment were from.

Never could I picture, you,
together with your ex. Made no sense to me at all. And, until I read the name, typed in bold hostility, I had never heard of Paul.

Bitterness and bravado. Broken pieces of the past, clenched inside your fist. Our time, our spirit, spent fighting with your ghosts. One more added to the list.

It’s tough to share with someone who barely gives. Hard to live with someone who reluctantly lives.

Had I only known the bleak history of your emotional pain. The depths to which those before me had sunk inside your mind. I still would have wanted you. I still could have loved you. I would have understood. I could have been more kind.

An influential soul can affect a life. If we are lucky, someone comes along when we are lost or misplaced and makes an impression that lasts a lifetime. Sometimes all we need is a boost or a new direction to get us going on our way. It is those people who realize that their influence has possibilities – and who realize that possibilities are endless — who affect lives. Quite often, it is a teacher who is that influential soul. Your life path may be altered by their inspiration, motivation, imagination or subtle persuasion. The right person at the right time.
AffectingIt might be only one simple gesturethat changes the course of things One turn of phrase, or turn in the road One solid notion that a teacher brings.
An influential soul, who can affect a life The extra yard, that goes an extra mileThe ability to inspire a want to aspire That singular soul, who finds the smile.

Positive thinking, meets untapped potentialOpening a mind, by opening a door Initiating the urge to take on the world Lessening the less, to motivate the more. Noticing that possibilities are indeed endless
Giving more of yourself, despite the clock The right person at the right time You’re welcomed in, yet you always knock.

Making a difference in their worldby sharing what’s unique inside of you That place where experiences live and understanding comes into view. Where your common sense prevails Expressed, in uncommon ways Where your perception turns a page and affects their future days.
Every year brings renewed opportunitywith a new group, beginning anew Fresh influences and malleable clay Shaping character with what you do.You matter in these impressionable minds It’s the substance that’s in your style Asking only for an honest effort You make it worth their while.

Inspiration found, with subtle persuasionMotivation, to where you shine the light Imagination, in the eyes of tomorrow The vision to see the higher height.Encouragement and understandingProvidingbalance to their uphill climbAn unselfish stamp on an emerging life The right person at the right time.

Making a difference in this world by sharing the life inside of you That place where experience lies and humility comes into view. Where your common sense prevails Expressed, in uncommon ways Where perception turns an important page and affects their future days.

For all the right reasons, you affect the rhyme. Theright person at the right time.

WeilandCertain impressions Cemented imprints Moments, that always Will remain with me. Stamps of clarity Distinct interpretations Times, to never forget That only I may see.

A concert among many A smallish venue Dedicated patrons Pressed against the gates.At that precise instant I saw it in his eyes The sure realization The nod to his mates.

He knew he had usThe right peoplePleased to meet usAt one with his crowd.With each familiar trackWe rose to the occasionTo a body of workThat made him proud.

Belying his frailty Gaunt and ashen Worn down by the lifeAnd wearing the age. The consummate showman Doing his thing The slightest of figures Commanding the stage.

I remember it vividly The crispness of the performance Struck by the energy The electricity, the pace. Tight and professional The purity of the music The megaphonic intensity The smile on his face.

The wail of the guitar Meandering behind his words The roar of the crowd As the last note sustained. All had been sung and done Two plus hours invested The whole band as one Fully and entirely drained.

Standing, arm in arm
Having given their all
Drenched in their artSoaking in our applause.Recognizing the enormityOf our live experience Spent on the stageEntirely, and just because.

“People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.”
– Jim Morrison

Confined

He goes to bed each night alone with the ache His internal conflict keeping them both awake Wakes up weary every morning lying beside his vanity With a smile for his children and a check mark for his sanity

Physical versus mentalin a battle of his pain Sensory and substantialis thesignal from his brain From necessity and habit you conceal what you feel It’s mind against matter with wounds that won’t heal

Scar tissue and time The confines of the mind Self-motivation Self-preservation Selfishly suppressing the pain Scar tissue and time A safe place to hide
He fights the painHis wounds remainSustaining himself from inside

An actor playing himselfin the true story of he
Absorbed in the role of everyman
and that’s who he has to beScripted by circumstancehe has lines on every page
Penned for his own purposes
he is resplendent on his stageA song written in his head
but needed by his heart Lyrics intended for healing they’re upbeat from the start Motivation for mind and body Affected, but indeed sincereHe givesa selfless performance for everyone to hear

Scar tissue and time The complexities of the mind Self-medication Self-preservation Selfishly deflecting the pain Scar tissue and time Enduring another dayDifferent roots of painNo Ledger or CobainDetermined to go another way

Scar tissue and time You conceal what you feel It’s mind against matter When wounds never heal

Scar tissue and timeIn theconfines of your mind You ascend another day Starting from behind

There is a place reserved at the front of my thoughts for the good people…

For the those who make an indelible impressionA lasting, singular imprint in the matter of my mind Who personify perspectiveAn insight into how to livewith a clear, distinct understanding that it’s cool to be kind.

For those who possess a truly honest dignitySeeing the realities of this world in the best possible light Who look ever forward Learning from life experienceguided on their unique way by a sense of what is right

For those who put othersbefore themselvesKnowing that compassion and integrityare indeed reciprocalWho expect nothing in returnbut your friendship and respectas you join them on their pathto a life that’s exceptional

There is a place reserved
for such people… at the front of my thoughts,
in the matter of my mind
And it would be my honour to continue this journey
on the same path as them

The recipe for happiness is all of us
mixed together…The right combination of ingredientsare ‘if’, and ‘when’, not ‘how’ or ‘whether’.If we are welcome
to new sensations,
and if we try
unique things…
When we keep
an open mind,we will savour
whatever life brings.

If we throw in
a pinch of patience,
and if we measure in
a cup of fun…
When all of our lives
are blended together,there is more to enjoy for everyone.

If we are anxious to say “yes”,and if we think,
“of course we should”…
When we stir in
some adventure,
life will always
taste good.

If we stay willingto sample and if we share and weexplore…When we add in
some time,
we will enjoy
that much more.

If we can combine these ingredients, we will laugh and we will thrive… When we share this recipe for happinesswe will feel
even more alive.

I watch intently as the representative speaksCertain, as he, that he lives by every wordI look around to find the faces of that same beliefIt’s the story that binds them in what they’ve heard

We are here to celebrate in the eyes of their makerWe are here to join two good people as man and wifeTo put a righteous stamp on their first page togetherTo share guidance and guidelines for the rest of their life

We are here to say good-bye to the dearly departedThe volunteer, the neighbour, the follower, the friendSo easy to find solace and comfort in their collective lossAfter they hear of the peace she had found near the end

I smile for those who have found their own wayAnd I feel for the ones who think they must followI worry for the those neither here nor thereAnd I fear for the ones with a faith so hollow

Faith comes from the truth and the need to knowWe don’t require a symbol for who we should beDraw upon the best you see in yourself and othersHave faith in your choice, and choose to believe

The words one subscribes to can define who we areThe righteous indignation that is found in a bookWe should choose to learn more about good than evilSearch for more of the positive, wherever we look

Why can’t believers follow the peace they entrustWhy can’t those people use their passive voiceNo where does it say that faith and war should collideIt isn’t so written in their document of choice

I smile for those who have found their wayAnd I feel for the ones who think they are lostI worry for the those neither here nor thereAnd I fear for the ones whose faith has a cost

I find my inner peace on level groundA foundation of family that helps me to copeInherent building blocks of a lifetime so farA life that I balance with faith and hope

Never have I ever considered drastic measuresEven through the depths of my lowest of lowsSeasons change and people pass by like a breezeOur lives are cyclical and that’s just how it goes

Whenever I ask myself Why me? or Why them?When life brings me down and when times are toughI can find my own faith in those whom I loveIn family and friends, I find faith enough

I smile with those who have found the wayAnd I feel for those who still don’t knowI worry for the those neither here nor thereAnd I fear for the ones too stubborn to grow

My faith comes from the truth and my need to knowI don’t require a symbol for who I should beI draw upon the best I see in myself and othersI have faith in my choice, and I believe in me